The Daughter of an Empress
Page 324"Yes, that was long ago!" murmured the cardinal, as at length he awoke
from his blissful dreams of the past.
"Those were beautiful times--I was then young and happy; I was then a
man, and now--now am old; love has withered, and with it poesy! I am now
nothing but a diplomatist."
There was a low knock at the door. The cardinal hastily but carefully
returned the portrait of his beautiful nun to the secret drawer in his
writing-table whence it had been taken, and bade the knocker to enter.
It was Brunelli, the major-domo of the cardinal, who came with a proud
step, and face beaming with joy, to make a report of his plans and
preparations for the morrow's entertainment.
"In the evening the park will be illuminated with many thousand lamps,
sea of light," said he, in closing his report.
The cardinal smiled, and with a stolen glance at the small box that
contained the portrait of this beautiful nun, he said: "Spare some
of the walks in the alleys from your sea of light, and leave them in
partial obscurity. A little duskiness is sometimes necessary for joy
and happiness! But how is it with your carte du diner? What has Signor
Gianettino to offer us? I hope he has something very choice, for you
know the cardinals like a good table, and my friend Duke Grimaldi has a
high opinion of our cuisine."
"Ah, the Spanish ambassador, your excellency?" exclaimed Brunelli,
contemptuously. "The Spanish ambassador knows nothing of the art of
a niggard, a poor fellow, of whom all Rome is speaking to-day, and
laughing at him and his master, while they are praising you to the
skies!"
And Signor Brunelli related to his listening master the whole story of
the gigantic fish, and of the humiliation of the Spanish cook.
The cardinal listened with attention, and a dark cloud gradually
gathered upon his thoughtful brow.
"That is a very unfortunate occurrence," said he, shaking his head, as
Brunelli ended.
"But at least it was an occurrence in which France triumphed, your
excellency," responded Brunelli.
cardinal; "he will confound my cook with France, and in his cook see all
Spain insulted."
"Then your excellency is not satisfied?" asked Brunelli, with
consternation. "The whole palace is full of jubilation; all the servants
and lackeys and even the secretary of the legation are delighted with
this divine affair!"
The cardinal paid no attention to these panegyrics of his major-domo,
but thoughtfully paced the room with long strides.
"And you think Gianettino had the right of it?" at length he asked.